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Feb 2015
A dark, old workout room lined with punching bags hanging from the ceiling.
The bags are covered in dust and cracked from dry-rot.
They haven't been used in ages.
Forgotten.
Just thinking. How many useful things so we forget about? How many people that made a difference in our lives, have we left behind?
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     Francisco DH and cs
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